“Is it better to speak or to die..?” I’d would rather choose to die. After everything I’ve been through, heavy cross I carry, the tears I shed, nothing has changed. I need peace, I want a feeling like sitting on bench at evening, hearing bird chirping, (...)
The whisper of leaves swaying in the wind, and... a mind unburdened by the weight of my next decision. That is the life I have ever wanted.
I cannot understand the God purpose behind leaving me in this situation; it has been an age, and I’ve grown weary of it. :)
19 January, 1925 (Berlin)
I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I've woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.